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He's a poor boyEmpty as a pocketEmpty as a pocket with nothing to loseSing Ta na naTa na na naShe got diamonds on the soles of her shoesShe got diamonds on the soles of her shoesDiamonds on the soles of her shoesDiamonds on the soles of her shoes

People say she's crazyShe got diamonds on the soles of her shoesWell that's one way to lose theseWalking bluesDiamonds on the soles of her shoes

She was physically forgottenThen she slipped into my pocketWith my car keysShe said you've taken me for grantedBecause I please youWearing these diamonds

And I could say Oo oo ooAs if everybody knowsWhat I'm talking aboutAs if everybody would knowExactly what I was talking aboutTalking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes

She makes the sign of a teaspoonHe makes the sign of a waveThe poor boy changes clothesAnd puts on after-shaveTo compensate for his ordinary shoes

And she said honey take me dancingBut they ended up by sleepingIn a doorwayBy the bodegas and the lights onUpper BroadwayWearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes

And I could say Oo oo ooAs if everybody here would knowWhat I was talking aboutI mean everybody here would know exactlyWhat I was talking aboutTalking about diamonds

People say I'm crazyI got diamonds on the soles of my shoesWell that's one way to loseThese walking bluesDiamonds on the soles of our shoes